On the First

This morning there was rain, but then

The sunshine took command,

To make it clear, for this new year,

There would be joy at hand.

 

So by the time I left to walk,

The promenade contained

More people who had waited, too,

‘Til it no longer rained.

 

The air was fresh, the sidewalks shone

With puddles here and there

And new year shouts erased all doubts

Of levity to spare.

 

Who knows what future days will hold

In 2024?

But on the first, there is a thirst

For all the good in store.